i don’t know how i feel about needles anymore. at a follow up appointment in continuation of treatments of my broken thumb, i was shown the needle that was poked in me. to my amazement, some of the needles used on me were as large as my palm. he did some painful stuff to my thumb which neither felt like stabbing nor poking, but more like scrapping with the needle as if he was going to lit a match
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